Trained in the art of devastatingThe arts be remaining unmoved in their midstWe came down, down, downFrom that high and now we're looking for moreWe're bloodless nowAnd we are uninterrupted by the majesty of it allWe're passed around, around, aroundLike the currency of the friendless roadsOne trick pony and the parlorIsn't big enough for the both of us'Til death do we rock?We're so full of shit'Til death do we rock?You keep buying it'Til death do we rock?You're so full of shit'Til death do we rock?You're still buying itThe closed circuit of stimulusThat runs between fashion and guiltIs winding tighter around the heartOur orbits are collapsing upon themselvesWe're retreating into the vogueWhere we're sucking the blood from the necks of guitarsBeg for the scraps of proseThat piled up behind the barThough we try and try and tryWe get the melodies wrongBut we remember the wordsWe're parasites, we are delicateIn the way we bring each other downWe were oh so close to the start when they finished usAim the mast at the groundAim the mast at the groundAnd sail us to the belly of the whale'Til death do we rock?We're so full of shit'Til death do we rock?You keep buying itThe closed circuit of stimulusThat runs between fashion and guiltIs winding tighter around the heartOur orbits are collapsing upon themselvesBut we stand in the traffic indifferentTo the grand histrionics of God unmoved